Chapter 50

Damien

I stood there, the weight of my gun heavy in my hand, the barrel pointed straight at Alison. My finger hovered over the trigger, but my mind was elsewhere—dragged back to a week ago.

That night had changed everything.

I had arrived at the location my men told me about.

It was a small home tucked away in the city. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes landed on Hugh.

I didn’t waste time, I spilled everything that was in my mind.

"You had no right to go against me," I said, my voice cold. "I told you to stay out of this investigation."

Hugh sighed, standing up. "You need to stop acting like a damn fool, Damien. You should be thanking me for taking a bold step forward."

“You doubled crossed me yet again. There’s nothing to thank you for.”

He scoffed. “When you find out what I discovered you will be thanking me.”

I narrowed my eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Hugh smirked. "I found the truth about your little lover."

I clenched my jaw. "Why do you always have to include Alison in everything you do?”

“Can you hear me out first?” He demanded and I rolled my eyes. I knew he was probably going to tell me some lies.

His voice filled the room, and it pulled me out of my thoughts. "I can’t believe you actually fell for her."

I knew there was no point in giving him a reply or trying to deny that I hadn’t fallen for Alison. He was right.

Hell, maybe I’d loved her from the start but I couldn’t admit it, not to Hugh though.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts watching as Hugh motioned to the door, and within seconds, Dylan one of our men entered the room and came out with a phone in his hands.

"Show him," Hugh ordered.

Dylan shoved the phone toward me.

I grabbed it, and the minute my eyes landed on the screen it grew.

I couldn’t believe what I was watching. It was a wedding video and Alison was in it.

She was married?

But to who?

I watched as she walked down the aisle

and the minute my gaze landed on the groom anger took over my heart and I felt something inside me crack.

It was Aiden. Alison was married to Aiden.

"No," I muttered, shaking my head. "This is a lie."

Hugh scoffed. "Keep flipping."

I did and my eyes landed on more images and more proof. There was an image of Aiden and Alison on their honeymoon and during the launch of his new company.

There was also a picture of Aiden taking Alison away from Alberto’s hideout.

It seemed to be captured from a CCTV camera because it wasn’t as clear as the other pictures. As I kept scrolling I gripped the phone so hard I thought it might shatter.

Hugh’s voice picked up during that moment. "I had assigned Dylan to dig deeper and gather more evidence."

I barely heard him.

My mind was screaming, my chest tightening.

This was my fault.

I’d let my emotions get in the way. I’d ignored every warning sign.

And Alison… Alison had betrayed me.

Hugh placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is a lot, but listen to me—you can either let this destroy you, or you can fix it. We all make mistakes, Damien. It’s time to make things right."

I said nothing because, at that moment, I wasn’t sure how to even breathe.

When we got back to the mansion, my eyes found Alison immediately.

And I didn’t see her the same way anymore. I wanted to hurt her, to make her regret thinking she could outsmart me.

Now, as I stood before her, with my gun raised, and my heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like pulling back. A part of me didn’t want to hurt her. A part of me still wanted her and wished that things were different.

I wished she wasn’t married to Aiden.

I wished she wasn’t tangled in this mess, but sadly she was, and I had to fight this part of me and focus on what I needed to do.

“Damien….” Alison began but the mouth of my gun grazed her cheek stopping her from saying more words.

"I don’t want to hear your stupid pleads all I want is for you to confess," I demanded

Alison’s lips parted, her eyes wide. "What do you mean confess?"

"I know who you truly are Alison," I said my grip on the gun tightening.

She shook her head, stepping back. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Don’t play dumb, Alison. I know you’re married to Aiden."

I watched as her face turned white.

"I also know that he sent you undercover." I continued.

She took another step back, her face pale. "Damien, I can explain."

I let out a harsh breath. "I don’t need your fucking explanations, your time is up Alison. I wonder how Aiden would feel when he sees your dead body delivered to him.”

“You can’t do this.” She declared. “There’s more to this.”

“Of course there is.” I rolled my eyes. “I know everything you fucking did. So nothing you say would make a difference. I know how you have fed information to your sick husband.”

“You have no right to speak about Aiden in that manner. He’s a better man than you are.” She yelled.

"I admit it, he’s my husband and I have been working undercover for him," she continued quickly, " but the first time you found me, he had thrown me out of our home because we had issues after Alberto kidnapped me that’s when I saw Aiden again. He was working with Alberto—to bring you down."

My blood boiled.

She was confirming everything.

But then I noticed Alison’s eyes burned with rage. Suddenly she yelled out, "I don’t regret going undercover. The only thing I regret is falling for a man who killed my father and Aiden’s dad! I was a fool for letting my emotions take over. I had betrayed my husband for a fucking murderer.”

I clicked the gun, the sound echoing in the empty room. "Shut up."

She ignored me.

"You’re a monster," she spat. "I regret every moment I spent with you."

My grip on the gun wavered because, in that moment, I realized something.

She didn’t know the truth.

She thought she did.

But she didn’t.

I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. "You should be hating your liar of a husband, not me."

Alison’s brows furrowed in confusion.

"What the hell does that mean?" she snapped.

I met her gaze, my voice deadly calm.

"Aiden lied to you."

Her expression faltered.

"I didn’t kill your father," I said. "He did."